A PARADISE OF ELEPHANTS. 22% mountains, except that here the acacias (Acacia campylacantha) form veritable woods, with thickets of aloes growing between the trees. A Jebel Korola lies some three miles to the left of the road; it is occupied by people from the original Jebel Korola, which lies to the northward. Immediately past Khor Rodon is an extensive plain covered with Cyperacesz, and clumps of trees here and there; as the sedges indicate, it may be entirely flooded, and hardly passable in the rainy season, but at this time it was dry. Kigelias and euphorbias grow on the elevated spots, while hundreds of elephants march about in troops, not exactly improving the road, which is so trodden down by them that one has the greatest difficulty in steering one’s course unharmed between the holes and © ditches. This paradise of elephants is named by the Liria people Kadenokoka; the Latuka people call it Kittagong. Swarms of little butterflies hterally covering the ground at all the damp places look exceedingly pretty, and resemble white and red blossoms sprung from the black swampy soil. Equally pleasing is the sight of yellow-backed widow-birds (Penthetria macroura), that clamber about the high grass in noisy companies. It takes about an hour to march through this swamp; at its extremity Khor Kafali runs northwards to the Ber district, where it joins the Khor Gineti, there called Chol or Chon.

Very open acacia woods, interrupted by many clear patches of meadow land, lie beyond this khor. The tracks of numerous visitors are visible upon the edges of the rain-pools, spoors of buffaloes and giraffes being quite unmistakable. In the deep bed of Khor Lodo there were only a few little pools of muddy, bad-smelling water, and large masses of dark, ferruginous, slag-like clay were visible. This khor also flows northwards, but before reaching the Ber country empties itself into the Khor Kafali. On all the trees large bats (Yanthorpia) were hanging, which flew wildly about on our approach.

A rarer guest, the Stenostira plumbea of the western countries, appeared here for the first time. Nearly three hours’ journey through open acacia forest, abounding in large game of all sorts, brought us to a pool called Sogodi, which appears to be a rendezvous for hunters, for the ground is strewn all over